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Sep 2010
When I talk,
you hear nothing.

When you talk,
I hear something.

But it's not what I want

And it's not what you want.

What we want,
is to have a voice.

What we want,
is to be heard.

But it's not what we have

And it's not what we're going to get.

Because no one's listening.
Because we are the unheard.

We are...

The Voiceless.
Joseph Kernozek
Written by
Joseph Kernozek  40/M/New York
(40/M/New York)   
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